After Qinglian returned in a sorry state, Pei Wanmu immediately blamed those disciples for taking her out, punishing them to face the wall and reflect on their actions for three days, and then scolded her a bit.

This made the Little Princess unhappy.

Now, she’s not allowed to attend Ah Zhi’s wedding banquet, which is simply another mark against her.

Ah Zhi is her closest friend; if anyone in the capital bullied her, Ah Zhi would be the first to stand up for her.

Finally, Qinglian let out a long sigh at the sky: "Being a person is too difficult, isn’t it?"

The princess was beautiful, and the palace maid Chun Xing by her side was no less attractive, with two curved willow-leaf eyebrows and bright, round eyes. She suggested, "Why doesn’t the princess go and find the State Preceptor?"

Although Pei Wanmu had already stepped down from the position of State Preceptor, the young maid was used to calling him that and couldn’t change her habit immediately.

The mottled April sunlight shone through the leaves on Qinglian’s delicate brow, and she suddenly stood up, waving her hand, "He’ll definitely be reading again, I won’t go find him. Go and call Xiao Wu, Xiao Liu, Xiao Qi... and others, we’ll wander around Dragon Tiger Mountain."

Xiao Wu, Xiao Liu, Xiao Qi... and others referred to the disciples who had gone down the mountain with her last time and were punished to face the wall and reflect.

These were nicknames Qinglian had given, taught by Ah Zhi, saying it was easy to remember.

These people were younger than her, easy to trick.

But it gave the timid princess a taste of being a leader.

"Yes." Chun Xing disappeared swiftly to call them.

Half a stick of incense later.

A woman with a reverse coiled bun, dressed in a snow-white floral silk gauze dress, with a mutton-fat jade begonia pendant at her waist and wearing cloud embroidered shoes, exuding the air of a wealthy Little Princess, followed by seven Dragon Tiger Mountain disciples and a little maid, majestically traversed all parts of Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Yes, it was Qinglian.

She found this feeling of being the leader very satisfying. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Since spending more time with Ah Zhi, her temperament had changed significantly, and with Pei Wanmu’s backing in Dragon Tiger Mountain, plus her own status as a princess, she wielded considerable freedom...

When the group passed by the martial arts training ground.

Two graceful female disciples approached, giving the Little Princess a scornful glance, their contempt plainly shown.

Normally, Qinglian wouldn’t bother with them.

However.

The two female disciples whispered not far away, thinking they were discreet: "Look at her, aimlessly wandering the mountain every day without getting tired. Even new disciples are willing to follow her nonsense."

"Exactly, just because she has the backing of the martial uncle, apart from being pretty, I don’t see any other merits, she can’t even do one martial arts move."

"Yes, the martial uncle’s skills are exceptional, with countless women yearning to marry him."

"I think this princess is just another girl among many, merely charming the martial uncle with her looks."

Xiao Wu, Xiao Liu, Xiao Qi... and others listened, their expressions turning sour, secretly glancing at the Little Princess.

Sure enough, her face turned red with anger...

Chun Xing was about to step forward to argue with them.

A white figure moved even faster, blocking the two female disciples with a fluid motion like flowing clouds and coldly said, "How did someone with such loose lips get into this school to learn martial arts?"

A sharp-looking female disciple retorted, "We weren’t even talking about you, did we mention your name?"

She was Li Rourou, the daughter of the current Prince Xiao Yao, hence her boldness.

Another girl, who could be considered comely, agreed, "Yes, which word mentioned the princess’ name?" She was Chu Luoyi, whose father served as the Right Minister of the Imperial Censorate in the court.